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The thing I remember most about the first day I met
Sherl, other than the lovely lady herself, was the
accident. I was stopped for a red light, sitting in my
Escalade and listening to the radio. My windshield
wipers thumped back and forth intermittently in
response to the rain we'd been having off and on all
day. I heard a loud crash, and before I even knew
where it came from, there was a bone jarring impact.
My seat belt cinched tight across my chest for a few
seconds, and I realized I'd been pushed several feet
further into the intersection.

I�d been rear-ended. I looked through my rear view
mirror, and I could see a mid-size car wedged up
against my SUV. My first thought was that I probably
hadn�t been hit hard enough for anyone in the car to
be badly hurt either. My second thought was oh; this
is just fucking great, just what I needed. Now I'd
have to deal with repairs and probably have to pay an
insurance deductible. Not to mention the Escalade had
only been paid off for a couple of months and had been
in excellent condition.

I was momentarily really pissed, and I opened my door
and got out prepared to tell the driver of the car all
about it. My anger evaporated when I saw that the car
had also been hit from behind by a small pick up
truck. Then I saw her. She stepped out of the car that
had hit me and shakily smiled at me, asking if I was
okay.

My first thought when I saw Sherl was that she was
perfect. She had captivating big brown eyes, and
extremely curly dark brown hair. She had plenty of
feminine curves and her breasts especially full and
round. Her skin was a creamy brown. She had sensuous
full lips, and wasn�t wearing much makeup, nor did she
need to. She looked to be about 30, and was
comfortably dressed in a pair of black jeans and a
thin red and black sweater. And most importantly,
there was no diamond glittering from the third finger
of her left hand.

I told her that I was fine, and when I asked, she told
me she was okay too. As I got closer to her, I
realized that we were about the same height. When she
looked at me and smiled, still obviously shaken, my
first impulse was to put my arms around her and hold
her protectively. My next thought was that I'd bet
she was a knockout naked too. I guess you'd call it
lust at first sight.